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Contributed by Yvonne Moss
Autumn leaves keep falling from oak trees.
They come in many colors of green, yellow, rest red and burgundy.
All come from the same tree,
Depending on how long it takes for them to fall,
And raking the lawn all covered with the colors of time,
And makes the whole yard yarda portrait in color.
I took the best ones,
Flattened them to mount behind mat and glass,
That made a picture, waiting to be framed.
I raked them from all over the lawn and yard to be saver for evermore.
Like a merry-go-round that seems to last forever . . .
Until we can all get out to play.
